Monthly Archives: November 2015

One late afternoon in my Florida childhood, another lightning storm rolled in. A wall of rain moved steadily over the lake towards our house. I love the change in the air and the smell. The lightning flashed and flashed and flashed. I knew to go inside, but the terrifying and amazing light fascinated me. I … Continue reading →

Like many others, I watch the news from Paris with sadness and rage. There will be the dead. The lives cut short because of where they happened to be. There will be the loved ones, the hearts broken, the families devastated. There will be the survivors, the nightmares, the destructive coping mechanisms. Of course, this … Continue reading →

I’m participating in NaNoWriMo again. I’m posting about this new world over here at The Book of Astrophilia. Sometimes NaNoWriMo feels like a fool’s errand. I’ve got other manuscripts that need finishing. What is the point of adding to the pile of words? Well, I’ve a story to tell. This has been in mind for … Continue reading →